Pipkins have been a part of the West for quite awhile, on both sides of the law. One cousin, Daniel "Red" Pipkin, was a train robber, part of a gang involved with nearly wiping out a posse trailing them in New Mexico in the 1890s. He served time in Yuma Territorial Prison, and his prison records are still on file there.
Another cousin, Virgil Adams Pipkins, rode with Teddy Roosevelt in the Rough Riders. He served in Troop M, which was the troop left behind to play poker, drink, and guard the horses while all of the other Rough Riders shipped off to Cuba and the charge up Kettle Hill. Virgil's name, along with all of the other Rough Riders, is on the Bucky O'Neil statue in Prescott Arizona's Courthouse Square.
Oh yeah, the bio. Let's keep it brief. It all started when I fell off a mule. That was at age six, and I haven't been right since. Still don't completely trust mules.
I've been a US Navy Gunner's Mate, barroom bouncer, car salesman, pipefitter, and once repaired the wiring in the stall of the Marlboro stallion in Oklahoma. I've slept under the Canadian River Bridge between Purcell and Lexington, Oklahoma, where Pretty Boy Floyd once made the mistake of crossing with a blindfolded kidnap victim back in the 20s. I'd played the Rig Six Club in Lexington, but the gig paid so little I had to camp out overnight under the bridge. Yep, fun times!
I have performed my original songs in hundreds of venues over the past thirty years, from tiny but important clubs like The Bluebird Cafe in Nashville to enormous festivals like the now-defunct Union Grove Fiddler's Convention in North Carolina. During that time I have opened for folks like Rosanne Cash, JJ Cale, Bill Danoff, and Beth Nielsen Chapman.
My original songs have been recorded by Kerrville's Allen Damron, Portland's Haris Blackwood, and Baltimore's Sue Trainor.
I currently live in Arizona, where on rare occasions I manage to record a few original songs for the amusement of a tiny group of steadfast friends.